Waiting until Samsy had shown Jillian in, Theo rose from his seat. There was a new air over Jillian Dorny today - one he found suited her somewhat. If you liked the rigid look, that was.
Him himself, kept his air as perfectly poised as always, nodding simply too her as she stepped through the door.
'Miss Dorny,' he said pleasantly. 'Please take a seat.' He had not finished the words when tea appeared out of thin air onto the coffee table, the pot almost immediately made to pour itself by a flick of Theo's wand. He topped the cup off with milk and sugar as he sat down, and let it levitate over to her before making his own. 'So, you're done with the assignment,' he stated, waiting for her to pick up the conversation.